MME. KABANOVA.
In everything, my son! When a mother doesn't see a thing with her eyes,
her heart's so sensitive she can feel it with her heart. Or maybe it's
your wife sets you against me, I can't say.

KABANOV.
Oh no, mamma! how can you say so, really?

KATERINA.
I look upon you as I would on my own mother, and indeed Tihon loves you
too.

MME. KABANOVA.
You might hold your tongue, I should think, till you're asked a question.
You've no need to defend him, young madam, I'm not going to hurt him, no
fear! He's my son too, let me tell you; don't you forget it! What do you
want to fire up and display your feelings before folks for! That we may
see you love your husband? We know that, we know that, you show off before
everyone.

VARVARA (_to herself_).
A nice place she's pitched on to read us a sermon!

KATERINA.
You have no need to say that of me, mamma. I am just the same before
people, as I am by myself. I make no show of anything.

MME. KABANOVA.
And I'd no intention of speaking about you at all, but it happened to come
up.